Every Woman For Herself: This hilarious romantic comedy from the Sunday Times Bestseller is the perfect spring read. Trisha Ashley

      ‘They always get it right. That’s why I’m joining their coven. I’ve been pussyfooting round the mealy-mouthed edges for long enough, and now I’m going to wholeheartedly embrace the Ancient Arts.’

      ‘Prostitution?’ suggested Ran. ‘I hear it’s very well paid.’

      Em gave him a look. ‘The Ancient Black Arts,’ she said.

      Jessica gasped, her eyes widening in alarm. ‘You mean – black magic? Oh, my God! The children!’

      But the little girls, bored with the conversation, had crept away unnoticed. One of the dishes of meringues from the sideboard had gone too.

      ‘Oh, Emily – promise you won’t say anything about it in front of the girls! Don’t they sacrifice little children, and sell their souls to the Devil?’